A HEAD WITH HORNS

One of the weirdest and scariest experiences that I can recall was when I lived in Goodrich, TX. As odd as it may seem, I was about 4yrs old when it happened.

I guess it was about 8 or 9 o'clock in the evening and I decided to go to the kitchen and make myself a hot dog while my parents watched TV in the living room. I got a fork out of the drawer and a wiener out of the fridge. I then turned on the stove and began to heat up the wiener on the fork. The kitchen and laundry room was separated by a big curtain in between each other. That night the curtain was drawn apart and you could see the kitchen and the laundry room as one huge room. Well from my position where I was standing, if I turned my head to the right, I was lined-up straight to the door that led to the backyard. The house itself was elevated off the ground with cinder blocks about four or five feet. So as soon as you would go outside you would have to walk down some small stairs to get to the ground. To the right of the back door was the washer and next to it was the dryer. Above the washer and dryer was a fairly large window that had one of those pull-down blinds. Well, I don't know why I decided to turn towards the laundry room, but I did. And when I looked at the window I saw the silhouette, and I kid you not, of what seemed to be a man with horns. I had no idea what it was, but I knew that it scared me. I then saw it turn to I guess his right. When it did I then saw that it had a long chin. It then turned back like as if it was looking at me. I then screamed for my mother. When I screamed I saw it just walk off. At least I think it walked off. When my parents ran into the kitchen because they thought I had burned myself. I then told them what I had seen, and my dad rushed out the back door to see what it was. My mom and I then walked to the back door to check on my dad. My dad wasn't able to find anything.

That image remains in my mind till this day. I hate looking at windows and mirrors at night.

As I got older, I realized that whatever it was, even if it was a "man", how could the head reach the window. There weren't any trees near the window, and there wasn't anything under the window to stand on. Remember the house was standing on blocks. Well I am going to stop for now because it's 2:29 am. I'll write about some of my other experiences that happened to me as I got older.

MORE EXPERIENCES

After my little incident in Goodrich, TX, I had something else happen to me, but it wasn't as scary as my first.

This time I was approximately 6 yrs old. During the time I lived in Goodrich my parents would commute to Houston (about an hour away) to go to work. My parents finally decided to look for a house in Houston, and soon found one. My parents and my sister moved to Houston, and I stayed in Goodrich to finish kindergarten. After I was done with school I moved to Houston with my parents.

The house we lived in was located in a neighbourhood off of I-10 called "Denver Harbor" or "DH" for those of you from that area. I lived on Brownsville St. in this old house. The house was ugly from the outside, but in fairly good condition in the inside. Well anyway, my bed wasn't set up yet in my sister’s bedroom and me, so the first night I slept on the sofa. The sofa was against the north wall of the living room, so the description I'm giving is all from the way I saw everything. So humour me and pretend you're in my shoes.

If you were sitting on the sofa, to your left was the love seat, to the right was the TV set (console), straight ahead was the front door, and to the right of the door was a rocker recliner. That night I was laying down with my head on the left side of the sofa. I couldn't get to sleep so I was tossing and turning. Now I was facing the back of the sofa, but I was still uncomfortable. I then turned my whole body around, and now I was facing in the direction of the front door. After completely turning around I was going to close my eyes, but something caught my attention. I completely opened my eyes and looked at the rocker recliner. When my eyes completely focused, I saw a woman sitting on the recliner rocking back and forth. Her hands and face weren't describable because she looked too old. I did see what she was wearing though. She was wearing what looked to me like the Mexican vatas (night gowns) that Hispanic women wear. I then closed my eyes and placed the covers over my head. Through a small opening in the covers, I peeked out to see if she was still there. She was gone, but the chair was still rocking back and forth. I spent the rest of the night in my sisters room.

The next day I told my mother what it was that I had seen, and she told me (what I will be hearing from her in years to come) that it was my imagination. Later on my mom asked the landlord if anyone had died in the house, and he said that his mom passed away several years ago. My mom still dismissed it as my imagination.

The experiences that I'll be posting are true. I'm not asking anyone to believe me, but if anyone knows why please drop me a line.

A HEAD WITH HORNS CONTINUED

After my little incident with the lady on the chair, I really didn't experience anything else. At least not until we moved to Channelview, TX.

I attended Alice Johnson Junior High, and I think that I was in 7th grade when this happened. I had this huge crush on one of my schoolmates, and I had heard that she was going to be at a party that evening. Well my parents didn't let me go, and I had big argument with my mom because of it. It got to the point that I grabbed the truck keys and headed for the door. My mom then yelled out, "Where are you going!" "I'm going outside to listen to the radio!", I said. Then I slammed the door. At that time I was living in a trailer park on Ave C.

That night pretty much all the front porch lights were turned off in the trailer park. Our trailer was toward the end of the park. Channelview is a very nice town because there's tons of pine trees everywhere, but at night it's kinda creepy. Well anyway, I jumped into the truck and listened to my favourite band at the time, Night Ranger (Hey they were cool back then). The more I listened to the music, the more I began to calm down. The more I calmed down, the more I realized, "It's pretty dark out here." I then walked back into the trailer, and I slammed the front door shut. I walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa. All the lights were turned off in the house, so I didn't get a chance to see if anyone was in the room with me. If anyone has ever been in a trailer home then you know that they all pretty much look the same. So let me give you a description of what ours looked like. From where I was sitting, and if the lights were turned on, you can see the love seat to the right wall, and the television on the left wall. There was a ceiling fan in the middle of the living room, and of course the living room was divided by a breakfast counter which led into the kitchen. Our living room was completely carpeted and the kitchen had tile. As I sat on the sofa I heard a dragging noise coming from the right side of the living room. If you have carpeted floors, take your foot and drag it across the floor, and that's the noise that I heard. My eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness just yet so I couldn't see what it was. The dragging stopped, but then I heard it again.

This time it was a longer drag.

I thought it might have been my sister since she had a habit of falling asleep in the living room, so I said, "Amy go to your room." She didn't answer. I then heard an even longer faster drag, and it sounded like it was heading in my direction. "Amy go to sleep in your room!", again I said, but my sister didn't answer. I then said, "Who's there?" No answer. "Who's there!", but still no answer. I then felt the hair on the back of my neck and arms stand on end. I stood up and reached for the ceiling fan light, and I asked one last time, "Who's there!" I then heard one huge drag come straight at me, and I pulled down on the light string as quickly as I could. When the light turned on, the dragging noise stopped, and the floor began to shake. I looked around and saw that I was alone. Being the wuss that I was back then, what was the first words that came out of my mouth? "MOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!!!"

I ran to my mom's room crying and I told her what had happened. She told me that God had punished me for disrespecting her. We then said a prayer, and I began to calm down. My uncle then got home from work that night and my mom told him what had happened. I didn't want to sleep in my room, so my uncle said he would stay in the living room with me. Half way through the night I woke up. I began to look around the living room, but I couldn't see if my uncle was there with me. I then heard something drop in the kitchen. I then heard a rolling sound heading to the living room. The rolling then sounded kind of muffled. I had the blanket over my head, and I did not want to see what it was. I began say "The Lord's Prayer", and I fell asleep saying it. The next morning I woke up and took the blanket off from my head. I saw that the salt shaker was now in the middle of the living room. What's so scary about that? That salt shaker was next to the stove. So if it dropped from where it was, then it had to roll straight down, and then take a right, and roll into the living room. Maybe that wasn't so scary, but it sure as hell was strange.

Submitted from: Tony Bernal III, TX, USA

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